Bionic Dues is out today: a sensational strategic mech Rogue-lite that gives you fifty days to save a city from a robotic revolution or die trying. Boasting tough decisions, a stonkingly replayable campaign and addictive mech customisation, this is yet another superb indie indie offering from one of the most innovative studios in the industry.

Getting involved couldn't be easier. To be in with a chance, simply drop us a line in the comments box below and tell us whether you'd rather be a badass Mech pilot, space fleet commander, zombie or God - and why!

The four winners will be chosen at our discretion (based on how much they make us laugh, think or both) or randomly if it's too close to call. Be creative! Competition closes Tuesday 15th October at 17:00. Winners will be notified and sent their codes by email - please be sure to use a correct email address.

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Living isn't all it's cracked up to be, always concerned about safety and abiding laws. Just want to let all that go and let loose. If I want to eat a brain while not paying my income tax in the nude next to a wood chipper, no one could do anything about it.

Obviously they will come and try to kill with a swift shot to the brain storage compartment, but I will wear a hat, a BIG hat.

A god, because with my omnipotence, I can create as many universes as I like, and fill them with as many badass mech pilots, space fleet commanders, and zombies as I like. And then I can taunt them all, like Q from Star Trek: The Next Generation.

Space Commander... I could put my feet up, letting the grunts go and get smashed to pieces by enemy lasers while I flirt with the new ops-intern and gad about looking galant in full dress uniform. I am Zap Brannigan, I am Zaphod Beeblebrox, I am the Harry Flashman of the future!

God, of course, though I'd be one that does smiting. And not just a poke with an umbrella or a singe of lightning but the full package - think Neptuna (the fish with the trident)crossed with Cactus Jack in Croc. And watch out all you atheists, I'm going to be morphing a few of you into spaghetti monsters before bed

God? Morgan Freeman makes it look easy, but Bruce showed us it isn't?
Zombie? Plants are a problem.
Badass Mech pilot? I wouldn't like my behind being insulted in that way.
Leaves space commander....How do you command space, though? If you're referring to an individual who can tamper with the fabric of time, and therefore space, itself, then other than the paradoxical pitfalls I'm in!

Definitely a zombie. Who could resist the opportunity of watching everyone's reaction as you walk out of your own funeral? It'd be brilliant. Plus, I imagine eating brains would be a lot like eating victoria sponge. Just with more screaming. What is there not to like?

I always was a fan of godlike games (especially Populus) so the only good choice for me is god. There is no better way do to deal with your enemies (faithful) then with the help of a meteor or at least lightning

Cheers Jon; I think this might be the first time I've won anything ever. Though admittedly I don't enter many competitions and winning can't be expected to just happen without a bit of effort on my part. Judging by the reviews you've put up I'm looking forward to losing a good chunk of time to a few of these.